"Did you... did you carve all these?" Lin Zimo reached out, gently tracing the deep, shallow, slightly rough yet remarkably clear handwriting on the tree trunk, struggling to suppress the surging wave of emotion in his heart.
He turned slightly toward Su Qing, who stood beside him, and asked in a soft voice.
Su Qing wore a smile, a trace of subtle shyness and joy flickering in her eyes. She nodded slightly to confirm. "Yes, I did."
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